Portland was filled with the muted sounds of the morning hours. A fluffy grey blanket folded over the city's structures. I came upon the walled Lan Su Chinese Garden. Having already been inside, I just peered in from the outside. Its walls, permeated by beautiful leak windows, revealed secret views of the garden. The peace and tranquility of the garden seeps out and into your senses. With that calm, I approached the Burnside Bridge. Standing on it, I looked upon a cobbled road below, carved with tram tracks. Deserted on a Saturday morning, the tracks, the sole car, the departing tram, and the solitary person strolling were the picture of serenity. I continued on, looking across at the Steel Bridge. A vivid contrast of newer construction against cobbled roads and walled gardens. Soon, on the other side of the river, I found a new neighbourhood to explore...